Polly Want a Cracker- USUK
"Smart choice asking the hero to help, England! I don't think your frail old bones would be able to handle such a bout of physical strength!"
"Belt up and get your arse in here, would you?" England grumbled to himself, propping his bedroom door open with an old wooden doorstop. "I would like to have the chest of drawers out with the rubbish bin by the time the dustman arrives."
America blinked. "Dude. That sentience. So British."
England rolled his eyes. "Well done, lad. Considering I am the United Kingdom, that would make sense, wouldn't it?"
America simply laughed, wandering around England's bedroom like he owned the place. "Bro, you gotta talk to Sweden about getting some new furniture. Seriously, I think I saw half of this stuff in a museum last weekend."
"My furniture is perfectly fine, thank y-"
England scoffed as America sprinted across the room, skidding to a halt in front of an old golden birdcage, suspended by the ceiling with a simple gold chain. The scarlet